Serendipity, Muse, and Discovery
Saturday, January 29, 2011
The Eye of an Apple
This is the one and only apple that was left in my fruit bowl. I ate it, and it was delicious.
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After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost
: a reading
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After Apple-Picking
: poem analysis and essay
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